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Wordeate 



JOLI ET 



Wordeater '81 



December, 1992 

The Wordeater, student literary 
magazine of Joliet Junior College, is 
published six times a year by Illinois 
Community College District 525, 
Joliet Junior College, Office of Stu- 
dent Services and Activities, 1216 
Houbolt Avenue, Joliet, IL 60436- 
9352,1-815-729-9020 ext. 2308, 
FAX 1-815-744-5507. Mr. Donald 
M. Bell, Director. 

The views expressed are those 
of the individual student authors and 
do not necessarily reflect the views, 
opinions or policies of the Board of 
Trustees of Illinois Community Col- 
lege District 525, Joliet Junior Col- 
lege. 

All printed materials and copy 
rights are retained by the authors 
whose permission must be given prior 
to reprinting. 



Awards 



Poetry - $5.00 each 
Christian Bernal 
Lynn Klemkeksel 
James Maxwell 
Laurie Montgomery 
Sheryl Mostalesch 
Kevin Olchawa 
Donica Rampa 
Bree Sayers 
Ryan Seeley 
Jonathan Wolff 

Cover Design - $20.00 
Shellie Smith 



Wordeater '81 Staff 



Christian Bernal 

Nancy Crow 

Jennifer Jay 

Sharon Lawson 

Mary Frances Lund 

Tony McFadden 

Joy Tomaszewski 

John Stobart, Advisor and Editor 

All works accepted for publication in 
this edition of the Wordeater were 
approved by at least four members of 
the staff. John Stobart was solely 
responsible for deciding the award 
winners. 



Submission Deadlines 



Manuscripts and cover designs 
must be submitted to: 

Mr. John Stobart 

C-1069 

Joliet Junior College 

by February 15, 1993 for 
Wordeater '83 and by April 15, 
1993 for Wordeater '84. 






#1 - 1 Saw a Poem Today. #3 . AHHHH 



#6 - To Appreciate a Fire 



I saw a poem today. 

It was written on the side of a tree 

In snow-covered branches opening 

to the sky. 
It was nothing fancy 
Just black and white 
But a dappling more perfect than any 

artist could draw 
Or brush could paint 
Perfect shading, perfect lighting 
And all from where the snowflakes 

fell. 

I saw a song today. 

It was sung by the babble of a brook 

Running beneath the frosted trees. 

It was nothing fancy 

Just snow and ice 

But a ripple more perfect than any 

voice could sing 
Or piano could play 
Perfect melody, perfect harmony 
And all from where the snowflakes 

fell. 

Lynn Klemkeksel 

#2 - Images 

We are on the opposite page 
(a discarded moment, sleeves rolled 
and tattooed, a paper plate of cook- 
ies, glass broken and glued, reaching 
and staring upon someone else, a 
hand from the ceiling, an eye from 
the shelf) 

desperately hanging off the margin. 

Bree Sayers 



Once upon a time these was nothing 
in a reflection. 

For a brief moment, beauty did not 
exist 

Everything had an equally wonder- 
ful story to tell, 

Opaque film need not flow over any 
eyes. 

The light can be warm with feeling. 
Tony McFadden 

#4 -Think of Puddles 

Drop softly, sounds of rain 
Believe what you hear when it 

echoes in your mind 
Small thoughts are big ideas in the 

clouds 
Brought down to the thinkers 
Washing away confusion and dust 
Leaving a smooth open plain 
A wandering paradise 
Wet with wonder, flowing to the out 

ward 
Bringing into the pool of thought, 

another world. 

Tony McFadden 



5 - Bonfire 



Silent and dumb 

lying before me 

she is on the bed 

her and her detachable parts 

Smiling and perfect 
sitting around me 
they are on the floor 
them and their painted eyes 



Ignited and burning 
blazing behind me 
Barbie's in the fire 
her and her plastic friends 



Bree Sayers 



To appreciate a fire 

You have to be chilled to the bone. 

To appreciate desire 

You have to have been all alone. 

To understand your heart 

You must listen to your head. 

To tear your world apart 

Go look for love, my friend. 

Lynn Klemkeksel 

#7 - Sunset on the Lake 

Explosion of color 
Enormous red ball 
Wisps of clouds making bizarre 

patterns 
Slowly fading away . . . 

Diane Drick 

#8 - Black Bird 

As I was walking out one day 
I met a bird of pray, of prey? 
It happened to me long ago 
That baffling, boasting bird of clay 

And as I walked he talked and talked 
I dared not doubt his motives now 
Forsooth, he was a man of cloth 
And I, a trusting soul as yet 

Convinced I was of Holy Debt 
I owed to heaven a cross to bear 
But not to beastly bird of prey, 

of pray? 
That doubling, troubling man of clay 

And as I walked on one fine day 
His smile it leered, he almost jeered 
The devilish truth of him appeared 
That blackish man of prey 

So as you walk be now aware 
The collar though it look so white 
may be a mighty bit too tight 
to hide the fatty neck of clay 
of cold black birds of prey (of prey!) 

Laura Maxwell 



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Contents 



#1-1 Saw a Poem Today. 

#2 - Images .. ................. 

#3 - AHHHH ..•..*........ 

#4 - Think of Puddles . .......... ......... 

#5 - Bonfire .. ............ . ......... ...... 

#6 - To Appreciate a Fire . .................... 

#7 - Sunset on the Lake ....... „..„.... .... 

#9 - Eternally Free .... 

#10 - Leaders ~...~.....„.................................... 

#11 - Tribute 

#12 - A Place for Us 

#13 - Why Did You Die? 

#14 - 1 Dropped and Soared ......... .~.„.... 

#15 - Old Garden .. 

#16 - She Turns Her Head ». .....~ .......... 

#17 - Underneath the Packaging 

#18 - Down in Front M «^. 

#19 - Jericho Dreams ........... ~...... 

#20 - Colonial Woods ........... ........~...~ . 

#21 - Vanishing ... .................. ........ 

#22 - Confection Corruption . . 

#24 - Rituals of the Ego Dancers . ... 

#25 - Freely Floating Through the Fronds.. 

#26 - Prelude .. .......................... 

#27 - Saw-Blades Chitter . .. 

#28 - He's Not the Keeping Kind 

#29 - Survive ............^...^.................^...^.....^ 

#30 - Wicked Smile ..... ._.. 

#31 - State of Mind 

#32 - The Buzz „...~.................~...~.....~......... 

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#35 - Second Chance 

#36 - The System of Ones and Zeros ...._.... 

#37 - Writing Crimp „. „„„„ 

#38 - Peering Intently _.._.... 

#40 - 1 Did Get Off 

#41 - Drenched ................ 

#42 - After the Wedding 

#43 - Stepping Outside of Myself .... 

#44 - Send to Me ............. ............. 



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#87 
#88 



Party On ........ 

Embrion .......... ... 

America, the Proud . 

Induction to Cancer 



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Daddy's Way Led to Denial 12 

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Traveling Warrior „...„ ....... „ ..^^.^^.^^^.^^.^ 12 

Feeder Mouse ...... ^.... M ..^^.«^ .. „.12 

The Philosophy of Numbers ~ 12 

Special 13 

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Practitioners of Lust .....~.....~.............. .. ~..14 

Oh My Dear 14 

For Man .. ^. .~...~...._.._.... . 14 

Now „...~.. ^^„^~.^«.^^^. ^^^.^^.^^^.^^.^^ 14 

Two Rides for the Price of One „........._..._.... .—... 15 

Paradox ~„„ „~~~.~~.„„„„„„„~„~„~ _ 16 

The Plantation 16 

Mental Breakdown #9 — ~ 16 

A Rake and Ladder „ MM . MMM ... M . MMM . MM . MMM . MM . MMM . MM .16 

Good Love .. ~.~...~ „...~....... .. 16 

Cough Syrup 17 

Hitting Home ~~. ^. MM .^^«.^^.„~~.~~17 

Identification, Please ^ ..._.._....,-.... 17 

Christopher Columbus ~ .. ..»..._....._.._.. — 17 

Einstein of Emotion „...~ _.... _...~...._...~ 17 

Down Time 18 

Chicago Stairwell 18 

Population One .._....._.. 18 

There Would Be No Disease 19 

Mundane Murder .....^...^.....^ ~...19 

Just for You 19 

I Want Something 20 

Bright Desert Sand 20 

Need Help Quick 20 

Back to School 20 

Rebecca Thompson Brown (1992) 20 

We'll Miss You Torrey ...._.._.. ~~.~~... — 21 

Letting Go ~......................~.........~...~......~..~......~..~.....21 



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#9 - Eternally Free 



#11 - Tribute 



Motorcycle red flying down the road, 
no caution, no cares, passing right 

by me, 
through traffic, uphill, a dangerous 

mode, 
A man and a woman eternally free, 
Monotonously I drive my car, 
The night wind brushing their faces 

and hair, 
I feel desire to stop at a bar, 
The sounds of lives run my emotions 

bare, 

An obscure stormy night is on the 

prowl, 
Fiery, destroyed steel I see ahead, 
The victims mangled flesh, I hear 

them howl, 
Imagining the scene I know the couple 

is dead, 
Ambulance lights flashing and I 

can't think, 
I sit on my stool and consume 

my drink. 

Laura Montgomery 



10 - Leaders 



Plastic people 
with plastic lives. 
Interchangeable morals 
with interchangeable minds. 

Foolishly watching the end of 
the world. 

Undaunted, untouched 
they change the channel. 

Bree Sayers 



To you who live in a pulsing heart of concrete 
Who have never felt the poetry of a rippling stream 
Never sensed the majesty of a soaring mountain 
Never heard the symphony of autumn leaves 

to you who go from box to box 
Never sleeping under shelter of the sky 
Never counting the stars by name 
Never falling asleep to the music of pines 

To you who nest in eyries of steel 

Who never will hear the cry of the wolf 

Never will feel the oceans' strength 

Never will know all the parts that make a whole 

How can you destroy what you have not seen? 
How can you erase what you do not feel? 
How can you make ruin when you do not know 
What you are causing to be lost 
Forever? 



Lynn Klemkeksel 



#12 -A Place for Us 

journey with me 

to the edge of darkness 

where the sun doesn't shine 

and nightmares are 

a welcome relief 

when we close our eyes 

to the cruelties we witness 

in our hopeless lives. 

i come here often, alone. 

but it's something i want 

to share with you... 

a place we can call 

our 

own. 

Janine Passehl 



#13 - Why Did You Die? 

Why did you die, 

and leave me alone? 

Who will I call on the telephone? 

I can't cope 

with the way I feel. 

The pain I have, 

is oh so real. 

I hurt so bad, 

I just want to cry. 

Why did you leave me? 

Why did you die? 

Heidi Terry 



Joliet Junior College • Wordeater •■• Volume 81 Page 3 



#14 - 1 Dropped and Soared #16 - She Turns Her Head 



I flew, feet leaving the ground 
Speeding wind crashing my chest 
My wings spread wide, slick with 

rain 
Drips of rain bulleting by like 

fiberglass lights 

A light behind me pushes me down 
As I try to lift it up 
To pull me to Him 
But this God is cruel 

My head slices through air 
Rhythmically pumping faster 
Tightening muscles in my jaw 

God watches me fall and he stays 
I fall, beginning my crash 
My head is spinning fast 
My eyes streamed with tears 



And God watches my fall 



Ryan Seeley 



15 - Old Garden 



Stately gladiolus spiking toward the 

light 
Variegated greenly climber of roses 
Teasing their neighbors with 

wafting scent 
Velvety touch of petunias 

circling the path 
Orange yellow marigolds determined 

to startle 
purpling pansies caught playing 

in the dirt 
thin raspy cutting edge of a dusky 

weed 
surreptitiously intruding in a drama 

of color 
Even the lichened stones have 

taken root 
And no one dare presume to 

move them 

Laura Maxwell 



She turns her head in the moonlight 
Her eyes like sapphires in its gleam 
She tosses her head 
Sending waves of hair cascading 

down 
in lush brown ripples that fall into 

place 
Her dress rustles of silk 
Its warm peach hue lighting up her 

skin 
She moves with a dancer's grace 
As the wind ruffles her hair 
She waits with an expectant look 
Her face one that has captured the 

heart 
Of every prince at the palace 
Her smile one that they all hope 

to see 
Light up her face like the sun 
But for now she stands in the garden 

alone 
Turning her head as if hearing 

someone call 
Feeling the whisper of her dress, the 

rustle of her hair 
Then her glance is caught and held 

like a deer's 
She freezes as she meets my eyes in 

the mirror 
Then blinks 
And vanishes like a dream. 

Lynn Klemkeksel 



#17 - Underneath the 
Packaging 

You came just like a package in 

the mail 
Wrapped up tightly with plain 

brown tape 
I wanted to let you just sit on 

the counter 
But curiosity led me to slit the tape, 
Fold back the flaps, 
And try to figure out what's inside 
And underneath the cardboard 
Was darkness, and at first not 

much more 
Until I caught a glimpse of 

something white 
And under the styrofoam pellets 
I thought that I had figured you out 
But I turned my interest away. 
But curiosity took hold of me 
In the form of scrunched-up 

newspaper 
Protecting what lay deeper inside 
So I peeled back another layer 
And found more of the same 
A swirl of dark and light 
Bound together by music 
But not the heart of the package 
So I checked the address 
And found it had somebody 

else's name on it 
But curiosity will not let me 

return this parcel 
And so I keep searching 
Hoping to find what's really in there 
Looking for the pearl of your heart 
Underneath all the packaging. 

Lynn Klemkeksel 



#18 - Down in Front 

A funny little man stands at the front of the room 

Unable to see the minds around him. 

He laughs at jokes only he can understand, as I ponder his notions, 

then laugh even though I have no clue. 
What I se can't be described in words, but in my mind expressions flow. 
Although the funny little man stands alone, 

he gives me a funny little feeling that puts a smile on my face. 

Steve Maielli 



#19 - Jericho Dreams 

Sometimes Jericho dreams of being 

a Savior unto all people. 
And then She thinks of how she has 
been scorned 
by them all and decides 
to destroy them instead. 

Jericho dreams of being a Hero. 

But then He looks back upon his life 
and sees that nothing good 
will ever becomeof Him. 

Jericho dreamsof getting married 
and becoming a Father 
But then He thinks of how others 

recoil from Him 
and realizes that He could never make 
anyone happy. 

Jericho dreams of going to college 

and making Her family proud. 

But then She sees how she must fail 

no matter what She does 

and decides to spare them 

theshame. 

Jericho dreams of finding someone 

who understands and 

accepts Her for what She is. 

Then He thinks of how He didn't fit 

even with His peers 

and decides not to even try. 

They dream of ending it all, 
Cast out the outcast. 

Joshua Dipert 



20 - Colonial Woods 



Colonial woods 
of birch and pine 
full and fertile 
with extended glory 

primitive paths 

pervade the promiscuous 

forests flourishing 

foliage 

and cross smooth streams 

of woodland tears 

how lonely 
how relaxed 
we sweep in the 
swinging breeze 

Christian Bernal 

#21 - Vanishing 

Vanishing into the moonlight 
Bouncing back and forth between 

clouds 
Playing ping-pong with my thoughts 
Wishing never to end 
Or to leave you behind 

Laura Offrink 



#22 - Confection 
Corruption 

Your soul 

SmfliF- coated with innocence 
Dipped in purity 
And wrapped in security 
which I unwrap and dissolve 
and corrupt within my mouth 
for we'll both enjoy every morsel. 

JeffHicks 

#23 - Godlike 

The human glow 
was there 
in the masses 
of gorgon trees 

stable figures 
standing in the wind 
godlike 

Christian Bernal 

#24 -Rituals of the Ego 
Dancers 

Circles of 

False pretensions 
Self inflated 

ascensions 
Bouncing and 

blabbering — 
Protecting 

frail emotions 
Little pig 

mentality 
Paranoid 

lock-out 

Jonathan Wolff 



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..25 - Freely Floating 
Through the Fronds 



Freely floating through the fronds 

Over the Pond 

llis tips light upon the water 

Sending ripples, 

Circles of motion 

Eddies on your current life 

To shape the rest of your life 
Your hollow, soulless body and 

brainless head 
Reel and pitch and empty of thought 

A single thought crosses your 

confused thoughts 
"Run." 
And you do. 

Years later, 

Looking over your shoulder 

You see that you were wrong 

Ryan Seeley 

#26 - Prelude 

Violins ablaze. 

Bow to electric queens. 

With contemporary gleams. 

Let the locks fly, 

Aggression sweat, 

And beauty die. 

Raise your hands 

(cold) 

Amongst the bouncing radicals. 

Bleed through greed 

That salts our wounds. 

Cry a survival plea 

Of Anarchy. 

David Tieman 



#27 - Saw-Blades Chitter 

Saw-blades chitter, 

greedily 
Shredding the pulpy 

flesh 
Of an angel 

ripped free 

from its 

dark hovel. 
An electric 

shriek 
In the distance. 

This must be 

the cornerstone 
Of wilted souls 
Raped in their 

homeland 
During its 

prime. 
Chaotic crowds 

watch 

and laugh 
From the observation 

platform. 
White bulbs 

of fascination 

Let us gawk — 

there is blood. 
A peek at 

another's demise. 
A fascination 

with death 
Like eager 

Christmas children. 

Did you see his 

intestines on 

the interstate — 
Crushed worms 

in wine. 

Jonathan Wolff 



#28 - He's Not the Keeping 
Kind 

I know what love is, little girl, 
That's why I set him free — 
Not because he loves you best 
And wants no more of me. 

You cannot capture wind 
And hold it for you own 
A free spirit will wander 
Until it's found a home. 

Don't hang on 

He'll never stay 

You'll only ground his flight 

Then one day, you'll turn away 

He'll be off into the night 

A stubborn mule 

Is a stupid fool 

You're going to take the fall 

Trust me child, I know him well 

He's not the keeping kind. 

Donica Rampa 

#29 - Survive 

Sometimes we argue, 
Sometimes we don't. 
But we have to remember what we 

have is special. 
When we argue, 
It is not a question 
of your pride 
or mine. 
It is a question of how strong our 

love is, 
and if we 
have the will 
to survive. 

Tina Szegedi 



gsmmrm 



30 - Wicked Smile 



#33 - Flower 



35 - Second Chance 



Through the frail veil of 
Queen Ann's lace 

she meticulously 

weaved herself 

her unstained eyes catch a slow 
sun's dance 

passionate winds 

comb her hair 

shave her mind 

she knows of the flowers 
and of the earth 
rain from her new hat 
has unspeakable worth 

and the meadows cannot hold 
her joy 



hold her kiss as it 
butterflys away 



Christian Bernal 



#31 -State of Mind 

Wind echoing through my soul 

somber night passing the time 

Chaotic unity 

Of my mind, floating on 

The edge of reality 

Abandoned by being to 

the prism of the unknown 

Behold the tranquility 

Zone 

Laurie Montgomery 



My poor flower 

Picked too soon 

Please forgive me 

As my needle drives through 

My poor flower 

Cold as death 

Close your eyes 

As I steal your breath 

Christopher Savini 

#34 - Hallmark 

Living in this little fantasy of you 
I thought of your leaving 
the thought... 

It scared me 
without you I'd die 
I can't explain 
the emptiness I'd have 
because you'd take away 
all your care 
leaving only my used carcass. 

After all of this 
I got to know you 
and it all seems 
a little cliched — 
melodramatic and hankneyed — 
because I'm saying... 

Good-bye. 

Kevin Olchawa 



The first time we hugged, 

I never let go, 
Eternal Embrace. 
The first time I saw you, 

my eyes never closed, 
Beginning of a vision. 
The first time you whispered my 

name was the last scream that 

filled my ears. 
Mystical touches. 
Beautiful sight. 

Lingering tones of musical love, 
The last time you loved me 
Was the first time I died. 

Tony McFadden 



#32 - The Buzz 

Grey unstable room 
Motioning about my head 
Too much alcohol 

Laurie Montgomery 



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#36 - The System of Ones 
and Zeros 

The powers that be, 

Created the system of ones and zeros 

That dictate our actions. 

Why two simple numbers 

Contain authority 

Is beyond logical reasoning. 

Who could have thought, 

That the system of ones and zeros 

Would control our every move? 

We cannot even write 

Without the authority 

That dictates our new thought. 

We can't go far, 

Without the system of ones and zeros 

Telling us when to stop and start. 

Letting us know, 

When our individuality 

Has run out of gas. 

Thanks to them, 

The accursed system of ones 

and zeros, 
Has all power over our lives. 
Enabling money men 
To have full control 
Over our independence. 

Even as I write, 

The damned system of ones 

and zeros 
Is evolving into six to the third power. 
Fortunately for all, 
It will be returned to the sand, 
From where it came. 

Jim Goebel 



#37 - Writing Crimp 

Thoughts keep mingling in my mind 

morning, noon, mostly night 

but I soon forget them if 

I don't sit down to write. 

Then I wonder whether 

They're written well enough 

for another's sight^ 

And if I could fagt 

Up to the disgrace 

Of such a plight. 

Rip, scribble, erase. 

Sheryl Mostalesh 

#38 - Peering Intently 

A man freaks 

and shrieks 
As he watches 

his severed arm 
Writhe convulsively 

in the dirt 
"It was an 

accident, 
I didn't mean 

to do it. 
I didn't think 

she would get pregnant. 
I didn't know 

I would give rise 
To this new 

nation 
Solemnly swathed 

in your 

patriotic blood." 

Blind swine, 

you have fucked up 

for the final time. 
You are doomed 

to adore whores 

and thieves. 

Jonathan Wolff 



#39 - Strive 

Nothing lasts forever, and through 
the times I have to climb 
above the rest of you. 
I have to rise. 

Stephen Maielli 



40 - 1 D d Get Off 



I did get off 

on the horror 

on the life 

on the death 

in all the disrespectful reality 

They all 

hid 

behind hands 

worming sights 

through their 

little fingers 

like ashamed 

sane 

humans 

I often think 
as at the second 
before birth/death 



I'll orgasm 



Christian Bernal 



mEmgns 



#41 - Drenched 



#44 - Send to Me 



Skin feels so wet. Gave up trying to regret 
Eyes are filling up again. 
Visions are thicker in pairs of ten, 
or maybe eleven. Our faces are cut to 
even imperfection. 

Do you remember how you came this 
far? 

At the stoplight you never think of 
where you are. He keeps laughing all the time, 
instead of hanging in the door try putting your 
head back in your mind The tape is always stuck 
in rewind. See how regret never forgets. 

Can't be too sure by reasoning with yourself. 
Who is really? Nobody's pure. Ever notice how it 
doesn't matter when you're at the stoplight? 

Standing on the comer. This time it seems that 
I'm bored most of the time. Walked down to the lake 
shore today. Tripping over bodies I once knew. Some faces 
familiar but only a few. At parties there's nothing to do 
I'll just wait and get invited too. It's still a few, and 
then some. Well I'll be a son of a gun. 

Yes, I know I can't be right tonight. Father was an 
acquaintance who probably was my dad, but don't cry over that 
I never said I was sad. But if you are, then I'll surely be 
glad. Cause I never cared until I got to the stoplight. Then 
it all hit me at once. I could, but I couldn't forget who I 
was. Just sitting at the stoplight 



Send to me 

The cloak of darkness 

This sunlight burns my eyes 

The brightness was a masquerade 

A costume for the lies 

Laughter danced before me 
A brazen teasing tart 
And taunted me to chase her 
As she tore my word apart 

No I've no need for vision 
Nor smiles and happiness 
Rather leave me to the shadows 
Within my cloak of darkness 

Donica Rampa 



#42 - After the Wedding 

Her childhood room is empty now 

like the feeling in my heart. 

She has her own abode to fill 

with memories to part. 

The time has seem to come so soon 

now that she is away. 

Like any break 

it can never be the same. 

Just as the child who was 

once part of me 

must venture on her own 

I know this and yet 

why did I feel so alone? 

I guess I'll call her on the phone. 

Sheryl Mostalesh 



Adam Wilcox 

#43 - Stepping Outside of 
Myself 

Stepping outside of myself 

for a minute 
I lose myself in the air around me 
And I feel the cool brush beside me 
I see the lingering fingers 
that tell me what I have done 
I only ask if it was worth it 
To remember my life as it was 
Or as it — 

A painful, surly fight 
And a conflict of rage 
Stepping outside 
I see what I am 
And hope to be what I was 

Ryan Seeley 



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45 - Partv On 



#46 - Embrion 



Ritzy sat in the big chair at the party, drinking some Maui rum 
concoction the soused host had made for her. She watched the anonymous 
bodies stream in and out of the rooms and house. And she wondered what 
the hell she was doing here at 3:00 AM. She could be at home in bed, but 
no. 

Bobby Brown pounded out of the speakers, and tough dancing was 
an idea that fluttered briefly through her mind, she was content to pet the 
beast of a black Chow that sat at her feet. The Beast uttered a low growl 
as Ritzy 's friend stepped close. 

"That Freakin* dog - 1 swear to God -" 

"Maybe it's your perfume, Dee," she suggested. 

"Oh, crock andbull, the damn thing is jealous. She thinks I'm going 
to take her beloved master away. Can you believe it?" 

"Metallica sucks!" someone shouted in the background, but 
nobody paid attention. Ritzy quirked her eyebrows and turned back to Dee 

"Maybe you should go out with Chris." 

"Ah, I don 't know, don 't think I want a boyfriend whose dog is apt 
to maul me. Look at that thing. Get it away." 

From the kitchen a chorus of male voices chanted, "Go! , Go! , Go! , 
Go!, Go!" 

"Oh, there goes that testosterone thing again, "Dee remarked. 
Ritzy grinned and took another swig. 

"Metallica Sucks!" 

"Shut Up!!!" everyone replied in unison. 

"Is the reason you won't go out with anyone because you still hope 
Cal is going to wake up?" 

"Oh screw Cal, He's got his brains in his Gluteus Maximus half the 
time. No > Maybe, I don't know. Hey you want something to drink?" 

"Nan, I better get going. Hey, is everything okay? I mean, you 
seem to avoid c-a-1 as a conversation topic a lot lately." Dee took a long 
drink of beer and replied, "It still stings, is all, you sure you don't want 
another Maui?" "Yea, yea, I gotta get going." 

"Metal...!" the voice was mysteriously muffled before it was able 
to finish its phrase. 

Ritzy gave the Chow a parting pat and stood up, "Dee, I gotta cruise, 
see you Monday?" 

"Yea, okay, take it easy, thanks for coming." 

"You gonna be at Matt's bash next week?" 

"Yep, probably," Rita stepped out the door and sighed. There goes 
another night in the fast lane. 



Clear streaming music rolls in 

the meadow 
bloody sands dominate the sunset 
twist in the lively dusk 
open the dome 
to space 

calls in imposter movements 
flower the moon light leaches 
give call to ghouls and the 

juracic church 
there is fury in the hills 

knowledge is passed in 
ghost whispers 
the trees know all 
see 
all 
everything 

it's coming up...now 

come back in a different window 

the earth is seductive 

vast and erudite 

the planets are incestuous siblings 

whose children have ran away 

giant compound eyes capture the 

entire rapture 
murderous trust adorns sick smiles 
Christian Bernal 



#47 - America, the Proud #48 - Loreli 



#49 - Induction to Cancer 



"I'll have a Big Mac... 
extra special sauce... 
Umm.. .large fry... 
ahhh...nine piece McNugget... 
...and.. .a hot fudge sundae- 
no nuts! Okay!? 
...hmmm... 

and a large diet coke," 
said the obscenely obese woman. 
An obnoxiously long haired- 
Tye-dyed teen and his 
half-shaved, half-purple haired 
black Converse-wearing friend 
turned toward her and laughed. 
I sit and watch... 
eating a small, green salad, 
wondering 

"What is wrong with America?" 
when, 

the answer is right in front of me. 
Kevin Olchawa 



The light hue of your hair, 
Accurately enhances the 

radiant pools 
That are your eyes. 

Your diminutive stature enables 

The ability to look upward 

At the circumstances that surround. 

Your smile alone is a treasure 
That is made of greater riches 
Than all of the gold in the 

Black Hills, 
And all of the diamonds 

from Arkansas. 

Your conversations are always 
friendly and caring; 

You speak great dreams 
and concerns 

With a taste of light corrosiveness, 

But you can be flattered 
yet flustered 

If told certain emotions. 



The soft sensual cigar smoke 

is a queer high 

gently lofting its way upward 

like a fallen angel with 

dark radiance 

and falling like a harsh purr on this 

winter tile 

with a cherishing touch 

a kiss 

it blows away 

alien anatomy swirls 

in the inncandecent hum 

a bed of smoke 

roses smile 

in the Utopian message 

not a creature is stirring 
and the cupboards are hair 



nothing can save us 
from a feline stare 



Christian Bernal 



Lori, I write this for you, 

Never forgetting of my feelings for 

you, 

And the distance that prohibits 

them. 

Jim Goebel 



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50 - Daddy's Way Led to 
Denial 



Daddy's way led to denial 
Mommy's led to loneliness 
All others lead to confusion 
I don't want to be "That Way" 
So I have to go my way 
I wish life had road signs 
keep right, merge, dead end 
So I could know for certain 
Daddy says — follow him 
he pays his bills — he is fine 
— But he lives life with blinders — 
Mommy says follow her 
— But there are drawbacks to 

no compromises — 
And the others I know? 
the others are 
Tired, depressed, discontent 

and cynical 
They have death wishes and 

drug problems 
I don't want to be that way — 
Guess I'm not a follower. 

Donica Rampa 

#52 - Traveling Warrior 



#51 - Sunstretch Gone 

Sunstretch gone, 
Loss of blind 

innocence reveals past 
Catcalls 

faint and 

echoing 
Under fleeting 

orange haze. 
Child games stretch 

into the evening 
Shunted only by 

bells 
and parental 

bellows. 
Five more please 

become thirty, 
Premature 

manipulation. 
Arise early dawn 

and repeat 

the cycle 
Frightening further 
Paranoid Parents. 

Jonathan Wolff 



From the dawn of time we came created by 
a God who showed no mercy, forced to travel 
silently down through the centuries living 
by a death sentence; not knowing what is 
worse, life or extinction. Living many 
secret lives; passing through mortal peoples 
souls; struggling to reach the time of the 
gathering. The ultimate prize for these 
persecuted immortals. For the few who 
remain, the lost souls of an unforging God, 
will battle to the last. No one has ever 
known they were among us. Until now 



#53 - Feeder Mouse 

You lived in a motherhood, 
The building was soft and warm, 
A cushioned cedar floor, 

a brother and sister. 
What brought you to this destiny? 
Certainly love didn't drive 

you away. 
I apologize to your outcome. 
And thank you for what you're not 

meant to be. 
Accept this ode, and bid goodbye, 
For stranger, hang your head 

and die, 
Not a fitting end for such 
Go quickly after final touch. 

Tony McFadden 

#54 - The Philosophy of 
Numbers 

One is king, two and beyond 
are free but entombed in the 
primacy of the first. All things 
revert to a singular cause. 
Two speaks of one in contempt 
for if not for the first's existence 
it solely would reign over 
Three and its children. Ten 
becomes the anniversary of one 
and one-hundred of ten, until 
the absurdity can only become 
rational with the election of one 
as giver of life to all. So, one 
sees all but lingering behind it, 
railed only by the incapacity 
of One for hindsight, is the 
nothingness of zero. 

Frank Sanchez 



Charles O' Conor 



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33 - MK'Cia 



#56 - Seduction 



Deep 

in my shrewd 

crowded 

confines 

of glassy air 

misty pandemonium 

compels me to compose 

For what 
for that 
something.., 

talented weavers 
have spun 
like mighty spiders 
colossal monuments 
which have all 

fallen 
something... 

like the wind 
devours 
the earth 
greatness 
is consumed 



#57 - She Sleeps 

She sleeps 

in pink 

sweet satin 

slumber 

sprawled like a 

cute kitten 

on the great mattrc > 

The halls are 

hollow railroads 

breathing hues 

of clicks and footsteps 

weariness 



by time 
searching 
endlessly 
searching 

for that 

that 

something 

The flowing lion 

can only 

stare into the sun 

so long 

before he is 

shot 

and he can never 

reach the sun before darkness 

I shall reach 

the sun 

and behold it 

in all it's timid brilliance 

and I shall reach 

farther 

Christian Bernal 



I watch her sleep 
still 

foot hanging off 
like a worn child 
carried up the stairs 
and to the bedroom 
sleeping 

and she wakes 
smiles 
and I come 



He turns to me 

And tilts his head 

In silent contemplation 

Then slowly stalks to make 

his kill— 
His newest love relation — 
The lights have dimmed 
The candles lit 
The music soft love-rhythmic 
I am watching waiting wanting 
like a hopeless, drug-crazed addict. 
"Its getting late and I should go." 
His eyes lock me to a stare 
Seductively, his tongue 
Sears my throat 
And I am trapped in his lair. 
Closer now, and closer still 
Pressed hard against my mouth 
His hands are moving east and west 
While mine are heading south 
On the floor in candlelight 
His hair a golden mane 
Once again I attempt to escape 
Before I go insane 
His husky voice says I'm free to go 
As his body moves above me 
His eyes smirk, saying "I don't 

think so" 
I'm in his cage and he shall 

have me. 

Donica Rampa 



Christian Bernal 



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#58 - Practitioners of Lust 



>h Mv D< 



#62 - Now 



Money 
controls 
!he arousal 
of materialism 

need 
want 
buy-buy-buy 

materialism 
contains 
the lust 
for power 

compete 

climb 

control 

Power assures 
the organism 
of greed 



Kevin Olchawa 



#59 - Sleak Sounds 

Sleak sounds 
in shaded areas 
nests nesded 
in the tranquil trees 

Bestial barks 

whispered wonderment 

like giant ribbons 

weave 

flutter 

and mince 



Oh my dear, while you sleep, 
I lay my dead down and I weep, 
Thinking of the times we've had 
Thinking of the good and bad. 
And then I remember a place 

so far, 
This place is where your 

troubles are, 
And I wish you would, just for 

one day, 
Just come to me and get away. 
But you see, my dear, while 

you sleep, 
I lay my dead down and I weep, 
Because I think of my love for you, 
And I wonder if you love me too. 

Tina Szegedi 

#61 - For Man 

We spray our hair 
Layer lashes 

Line lids 

Cover our lips 

Trim our hips 

Enhance our breasts 

Try to look our best 

We bare our bodies 

But 

Does he ever see 

the real 

me? 

Sheryl Mostalesh 



What now 

again 

a constant question 

he wakes to 

why now 

again 

a persistent pondering 

which haunts him 

how... 

now 

for the first time 

the quiescent quandary 

with an ever 

elusive answer 

Not now 

again 

his indolent delay 

live for today 

it's the way 

he say 

thinking of tomorrow 

can only bring 

sorrow 



Christian Bernal 



quickly 

like passing spirits 

in and out 

timid and persistent 

The green hills 
are lagoons 
of kind flowery flesh 
on steamy evenings 

Christian Bernal 



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#63 - Two Rides for the Price of One 



The downpour of rain gradually was putting the all night 
driver into a state of hypnosis as she followed the yellow 
lines down the highway. In the distance, she noticed 
someone furiously waiving their hands over their head, 
as she was slowing down, she was thinking, "Am I going 
to stop to help? Am I going to give them a lift somewhere? 
Or am I going to continue driving down this ghost town- 
like highway?" She wasn't sure what she was going to 
do. All of a sudden, she found herself pulled over and 
saying, "Do you need a ride somewhere?" "Thank you, 
you're a lifesaver" he replied. She unlocked the door and 
let him in. It wasn't until around five miles down the road 
that she thought she ought to say something, since he had 
said nothing. "My name is Stacei, What's yours?" 
"Scott" he answered. She continued, "Don't feel 
uncomfortable, I know just how you feel, I used to ride 
with strangers, too, when I was going to college. You can 
relax." "Thank you", he said. "So, what do you do, 
Stacei?" "I'm an artist." "Do you work for someone, or 
what? he asked. "No," she replied, "I freelance. I have 
a display opening up on Monday." 

As the rain started to dwindle down, Stacei started to fall 
asleep at the wheel. Scott cried out, "Look out for the 
rail!" "Oh my God! Oh shit! I can't believe I did that! 
she screamed. "Do you want me to drive?" he offered. 
"No", she replied, "there's a motel a mile or two up this 
road. Once we get there we are only about sis hours away 
from the city. Oh, by the way, where are you going, 
anyway?" "To the city" he said in a sullen voice. The 
change in his voice made Stacei begin to think, "How 
convenient. I don't have to go out of my way and I won't 
feel guilty leaving him in the middle of nowhere." 

After pulling into the motel parking lot, Stacei got out of 
the car and was walking towards the motel office when 
she turned and asked "Aren't you coming in?" No" he 
answered. She pressed, "Well why not?" "All I have for 
money right now is an uncashed check. I'll just sleep in 
the car" he said in a frail innocent voice. "Well, OK" she 
replied hesitantly. 

About an hour or so passed and Stacei couldn't fall 
asleep. "Fine thing" she thought, "earlier I almost 
crashed the car because I couldn't stay awake!" She kept 
thinking about Scott sleeping in the car. It was driving 
her nuts, so she got out of bed and went tot he door. Much 
to her surprise, Scott was standing there when she opened 



it. He looked as if he had been standing there for a while. 
"Do you have an extra blanket and a pillow" he asked, 
"It's getting a little cold out there." For a second, Stacei 
thinks that she shouldn't let him in. "This guy is a 
stranger, I don't know who he is, what he does, or where 
he comes from." But she asks him in anyway saying, 
"you can sleep in here on the floor" she tells him as she 
hands him a blanket and a pillow. As he places the pillow 
and lies down with the blanket, Stacei returns to her bed 
feeling more relieved and at ease with her conscience. 
Suddenly, she has a feeling that Scott is staring at her and 
it makes her nervous. Trying not to let her nervousness 
show, she asks, "Is there anything else you need?" 
"Yes," he says "Could you hand me some matches? I'd 
like to have a cigarette before I go to sleep." "Sure, there 
should be some right here on the nightstand," she answers. 
Grasping the matchbook, she realized she would have to 
get out of bed to give Scott the matches. Swinging her 
legs over the edge of the bed, she stood. He never said 
a word, just lay there looking up at her. She looked down 
at him laying there and suddenly thought that she wanted 
to have sex with him... passionate, no holds barred sex! 
Her good judgment was telling her no, but her libido was 
having nothing to do with that answer. Her hormones 
were running wild and something deep inside of her was 
urging her to make the first move.. .NOW! She said 
nothing as she handed him the matches, but stared 
erotically into his eyes. As Scott takes the matches, 
Stacei furtively reaches for the buttons of his pants. 
Taking her cue, he slips off her shirt as their lips meet in 
a passionate wet kiss. It is obvious that neither of them 
is interested in much foreplay and Stacei is pleasantly 
surprised when she discovers that Scott is very well 
endowed. Pushing his shoulders back, she says, "Relax 
and enjoy the ride." 

As a shard of sunlight stabbed through a rip in the cheap 
motel curtains, Scott's eyes fluttered open. Stretching 
his arm across the pillow, he realized she wasn't there on 
the floor where they had both fallen asleep after their 
frenzied orgy. He called here name, thinking she might 
be in the bathroom, but there was no answer. Raising, he 
crossed to the window and pulled the curtain back. The 
car was gone. Well, that's one on me. Usually, it's the 
other way around. Walking over to the shower, he 
thought, "Oh well, it could be worse, she could have used 
up all of the hot water." 

Amy CriLPrtin 



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#64 - Paradox 



#66 - Mental Breakdown #9 



Questions? 
Comments? 
i-xecution. 
Meager 

final reflections. 
Spectators 

gleefully observing 
Rapt, 

staccato shots. 
Bloodshed 
Final 

remittal bow 
Body- slump 
Escape 
Freedom 

Jonathan Wolff 



We sat on the roof 
at a place 
called 



The psychological atrocities 
that are dancing through 
my mind — all mental 
functions put on hold, 
(how I love the style!) 
Black and white both 
fade to grey 
Bordering on the edge 
of mental breakdown #9 
coming down the line 

Sue Cherven 

#67 - A Rake and Ladder 

To my childhood 

I leave: 

One mountain of crunchy leaves, 

One frisbee ont he rooftop, 

One parent that blew away, 

And another that I couldn't reach 

David Tieman 



the plantation 



#68 - Good Love 



looking down 

the people looked up 

we gave them 



There is hanging from a hook 

on the east end of my room, 
a man, but not any man, 



a salutation 

lying back 
looking skyward 
I felt like a star 
lost in 

a constellation 



This in one good lookingindividual 

who has taught us more about love 
than anyone who has lived 



And what can be more good-looking 
than the crimson breach 
in each of his outstretched hands. 



Jim Goebel 



Kevin Olchawa 



prnimaTMmmmimmwmuMMMm-MisiR 



#69 - Cough Syrup 



#72 - Christopher Columbus 



Walking slowly across what used to be tall grass 
prairies, it's hard to picture barren miles of rock 
and sand as expanses of green. 
The few weeds and shrubs are scattered, adding 
a loneliness of lost souls to the wanderers 
absent companions. 
When was land beautiful? 
What happened to the Nature to be one with? 
Dead land, floating through the heavens, carrying 
this thoughtful passenger in a circle into time 
that will only run out and forget its past and 
Re-live the new life brought to an old friend. 
Oh, to experience the birth of what now only 
fossils are made of. To watch cleansing waters 
flow again, and create a breeze that would 
Bring breathe for the choking earth. 



"I will work for food" 
the sign read 

If it were the city 
I would have thought 
how sad, that's too bad 

The difference here 
was that this man 
was on my street 
in my town 

I wanted to stop 

ask him what happened 

why he was so low 

I only looked out my window 
then in my rear view mirror 
as I passed him by 

Kevin Olchawa 



#71 



Tony McFadden 
Identification, Please 



Upon entrance into my lair 
please present a photo I.D. 
And let me know who really lives 
in you 

My father can leave, 
my brother can turn away 
And my sister must close her eyes 
if she stays 

My mother knows 
but please keep your distance 
The sun shouldn't bum you, 
my dear 



Please don't call yourself a friend 

a husband 

a lawyer 

a lover 

nor a priest 

Because I'll have to let you leave 

Ryan Seeley 



An inmate of this culture 
I watch with burning eyes 
A heroic legend from the past 
Fall to his demise 
Finally. 

Bree Sayers 

#73 - Einstein of Emotion 

I did some crying 

I did some praying 

And I did a lot of thinking 

The thinking led to revelations 

Which led to theories 

All relative to the reasons of 

"Why the boy ran away" 

Until I realized that 

All theories could be right 

— or wrong — 

And it all ends up in the 

Same place anyway 

Him being with her 

And 

Me being alone 

What a waste of wind 

Donica Rampa 



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#74 - Down Time 



#76 - Population One 



We Sliced through the water, 
the harsh head wind hurt 

my hands — 
I bent over and fought 
the waves and rain 
that spit in my eyes 
The weather started to break — 
I squinted to find 
our little cove 
finally 

we hit a calm 
the sun squeaked out 
A bird broke into song — 
A deer looked up from the brush — 
A beaver swam to its dam 
We slowed into the bay — 

ram the weeds jumped a bass — 
i threw in my line, 
and sat for a time 

Kevin Olchawa 



75 - Chicaso Stairwell 



Chicago stairwell 
ethnic tiles mosaic the floor 
late night tunnels to safety 
home 

souls searching for the 

wicked angel 
between the refineries 
and restaurants 
beach side breeze 
lost and lingering 
in cowardly huddles 
in crooked alleys 
souring 

italian latino blacks 

conjugate 

in the city glows 

all night 

long 

Christian Bernal 



The sunrise edged above the horizon, 

above the long straight two lane highway 

separated by the blurring dash-dash-dash 

of yellow line. 

A green sign rushed closer 

against the growing day — 

golden com engulfed the road 

as the sign came into full view. 

It simply read, 

"Your life 13 miles" 

The cornfield streaked into rolling hills 

and scattered shacks — 

as the shacks tore by they changed 

into a small town with a local tavern 

and corner drugstore. 

Cruising down main street 

the town evolved into suburbia 

with rows and rows of precisely decorated homes 

screaming with complacency and conservatism. 

The day clouded and drizzled 

as the highway extended to four lanes — 

suburbia became less affluent and the homes 

became large brick buildings with the 

scars of smoldering fires around 

the bare broken windows. 

Lightning enveloped the sky — 

hail played a fevered beat on the windshield 

Fighting, the noon sun dried up the clouds 

and the clean rays flashed off the windows 

and the sleek steel skyscrapers that loomed above — 

Passing through the city I tried to slow, 

but the force of the traffic thrust me along 

until the Metropolis led to a narrower road — 

with the plush green golf courses of another 

yet more beautiful suburb 

which seemed to...linger...a bit longer 

on the highway. Unfortunately, the sun started to set 

As dusk wore on — 

the landscape flattened into swaying fields 

of long dry grass. 

Seemingly, out of nowhere — 

the bright lights of a large semi 

lit up the road from behind 

glaring into my rear- view mirror — 

blinding my sight — 

until — 

I could no longer see. 



Kevin Olchawa 



#77 - There Would Be No 
Disease 

There would be no disease if 

society weren't addicted 
to sickness. 

Christian Bernal 

#78 - All Alone 

In the benevolent silence of night, the 
anguish that lies seemingly dormant 
during the light hours, my troubled 
mind is awakened. It is awakened by 
the pain that comes from the beating 
of a broken heart. 

Broken not from sickness or age, but 
by he unbridled rage of love that has 
been shattered; by ignorance and the 
unjust turmoil that is life. 

Love, as life gives no justification for 
its heinous acts of humanity, only 
that for which it takes. 

It makes me lust for vengeance; 
vengeancefor that which it has taken 
from my heart, my mind, my soul. I 
just want to be free. 

Sheryl Mostalesh 



#79 - Mundane Murder 


#81 - Isolated 


Mundane Murder 


Isolated 


average 


motionless 


artistry 


orchid 


of kindly 


sleeping 


slaughters 


in the 


corpulent, ghostly 


empty 


breasts 


field 


arresting the seance 




mesmerism 


wakes to meet the 


of wise 


bee 


unfed ushers 






as he drinks 


Fluent chimeras 


of her 


tease and 


provocative 


mete torture 


pollen 


upon gyved mannequins 




nightly 


she sings for 


in this 


the butter 


hot 


and 


dissolving domicile 


the dragon 


Lengths without measure 


alluring them with primal scents 


the mirage 




militia 


she plays all day before the 


of life 


peeping torn 


rapidly ravaging 


sun 


the high churches 


teasing and taunting 


Christian Bernal 


oh, everyone 


mmmtmkwmaamm 


winking at walkers 




and passerbys 


I gave her a single rose. 




Delicate to the touch. 


she flirts and flirts 


Vibrant red with long green stem. 


until the 


Just to show how much I love her. 


moon 


Steve Maielli 


is high 




pretty little 




prostitute 




striped by the air 




free 




glowing 




angel 




with fire for hair 




Christian Bernal 



Joliet Junior College • Wordeater* Volume 81 Pace 19 



#82 - 1 Want Something 



#84 - Need Help Quick 



I want something 
I can keep 

perched high on the shelf 
To be taken down 

in the still late night 

under the bed 

to be read. 
Printed on 

the finest flesh — 
Painted letters of reason 

describing a call to treason. 

I want something 
I can see 

tangibly timed 

obsidian soul 
Tossed head dismissal 

ridicule 

laughter 

erection fingertips 
Societal paradox 
Assassinations of 

sinful hope 

Did you know they've 

found the beginning 

of the Universe 

at its end? 

(or maybe it's 

the beginning) 
They've found God 

through golden lenses 
Gravitational Jesus 
Hydrogen High-Priest 

stoned on helium 

and Stardust. 

Jonathan Wolff 



Smith Corona 
Replacement Parts 

Dear Sir, 

We have recently moved and during the move the cord and plug from my 
practically new Smith Corona De Ville typewriter were lost. Would you 
please send me a cord and plug and also please advise me on how to 
repair a damaged relationship that's had innumerable jolts and is 
somewhat frayed at the edges? We would very much like to save both, if 
possible. 

Thanking you in Advance, 
Sincerely, 

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 

Laura Maxwell 



85 - Back to School 



Dead man stalking 
eyes of Jupiter stream 
graveyard solicitor 
he takes locus position in the 
vast classroom 

garbed in the uniform of birth 
knowledge is absorbed in 

an estranged 
nocturnal osmosis 
the pupil sways in thick excess 

Christian Bernal 



#86 - Rebecca Thompson 
Brown (1992) 

She jumped from the cliff 
She'd never been free 
The memory that haunted 
Would not let her be 

The men that had tortured 
Hv sister Amy 
Were asking for pardon 
And bargaining a plea 

The call came too late 
the answer was no 
With death was her date 
She just had to go 

Sheryl Mostalesh 



#83 - Bright Desert Sand 

Bright desert sand mingles calmly 
in galactic swirls 
perfect lively butterflies. 

Christian Bernal 



jayp»n»Tntfaim;iMatffliBiJJ^^^.i«hiNJLwmTO 



#87 - We'll Miss You Torrey 

As I drove by the banner facing Houbolt, tears blurred my vision. How sad 
to die so young. Torrey had just started the new semester at JUCO. My 
daughter's boyfriend's name was included in the list of friend's signature 
scribbled on the waving memorial. 

I didn't even know Torrey, but I sympathized with his mother, as a mother. 
I thought of her thrill and fear of discovering that she was pregnant with that 
child, the long nine month's waiting period, and the unbearable pain of 
childbirth. The many nights of sleeplessness, hours of feeding, changing, 
and consoling. The fear for his falling when he took those first tumbles and 
then oil The sadness of losing her baby to kindergarten and then the 
sentimentality and joy mixed in watching him turn into a young man. The 
hopes for his future. The lectures and warnings about being careful. The 
arguments about getting a motorcycle. The many, "oh mom's", she must 
have heard. The fear fulfilled. The love for fast in the boy quickly took him 
away. 

So, my six-year old son, please try to understand when I ask you to slow down 
on your bike now, and later, in your car. Don't roll your eyes when I warn 
and caution about dangers, somehow, I know I'll listen to the "oh mom's" 
too. You already have mat fascination with speed. The fear hangs on. 

Childbirth labor was very painful, but in time its memory is dulled. The pain 
of losing a child could not be compared, and I'd never forget, and I don't want 
to know it. We all send our children off to the war of life and hope that they 
keep marching home again. We cross our fingers and hold our hearts as if 
that will protect us. 

When I pass that particular place on Houbolt I'll think of Torrey. And to 
Torrey 's mother, I send my sympathy. 

Sheryl Mastalesh 



#88 - Letting Go 

At six. 

No, you can't have a knife. 
No, you can't cross the street. 
No, you can't have fireworks. 
No, you can't have a go-cart. 
NO, I DON'T HATE YOU. 

At eighteen. 
Yes, you should go to college. 
Yes, you should get a job. 
Yes, you should get a car. 
Yes, you should get married. 
YES, I DO LOVE YOU. 
Sheryl Mastalesi 



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Wordeater '81 



December, 1992 

The Wordeater, student literary 
magazine of Joliet Junior College, is 
published six times a year by Illinois 
Community College District 525, 
Joliet Junior College, Office of Stu- 
dent Services and Activities, 1216 
Houbolt Avenue, Joliet, IL 60436- 
9352,1-815-729-9020 ext. 2308, 
FAX 1-815-744-5507. Mr. Donald 
M. Bell, Director. 

The views expressed arc those 
of the individual student authors and 
do not necessarily reflect the views, 
opinions or policies of the Board of 
Trustees of Illinois Community Col- 
lege District 525, Joliet Junior Col- 
lege. 

All printed materials and copy 
rights are retained by the authors 
whose permission must be given prior 
to reprinting. 



Awards 



Poetry - $5.00 each 
Christian Bernal 
Lynn Klemkeksel 
James Maxwell 
Laurie Montgomery 
Sheryl Mostalesch 
Kevin Olchawa 
Donica Rampa 
Bree Sayers 
Ryan Seeley 
Jonathan Wolff 

Cover Design - $20.00 
Shellie Smith 



Wordeater '81 Staff 



Christian Bernal 

Nancy Crow 

Jennifer Jay 

Sharon Lawson 

Mary Frances Lund 

Tony McFadden 

Joy Tomaszewski 

John Stobart, Advisor and Editor 

All works accepted for publication in 
this edition of the Wordeater were 
approved by at least four members of 
the staff. John Stobart was solely 
responsible for deciding the award 
winners. 



Submission Deadlines 



Manuscripts and cover designs 
must be submitted to: 

Mr. John Stobart 

C-1069 

Joliet Junior College 

by February 15, 1993 for 
Wordeater '83 and by April 15, 
1993 for Wordeater '84. 



Contents 



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He's Not the Keeping Kind ...._.....«.._...._.._...._.._.. 6 

Survive .....„...._.._.... ~......~...~.....~...~......... 6 

Wicked Smile 7 

State of Mind 7 

The Buzz 7 

Flower .... ~......„.....~..........~...~...._...~.........„....... 7 

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Second Chance .......... —~ _...„ _.._.......... 7 

The System of Ones and Zeros MMM . MMM . .. 8 

Writing Crimp „...~ .. „ „ 8 

Peering Intently 8 

Strive 8 

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Induction to Cancer .... ................ „ .. „.„ 11 

Daddy's Way Led to Denial .... .„.........._.. 12 

Sunstretch Gone MMM . MMM . MM . MMM . MM . MMM . MM . MMM . MM . MMM 12 

Traveling Warrior .. „„ ....,».. _.._...._.. 12 

Feeder Mouse .............. .. . 12 

The Philosophy of Numbers.™.- „.~.. 12 

Special ~...~ .. ...„.....-....„....._.. 13 

Seduction ..... ~...._...~..... .~.....~...~.....~...~..... 13 

She Sleeps 13 

Practitioners of Lust .„.....„...„.....-..._...._.... 14 

Sleak Sounds 14 

Oh My Dear 14 

For Man .. ......... ^. 14 

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Two Rides for the Price of One „..~......„.. 15 

Paradox „...„.....„ „.„„.„„„„„ ^.^ „_.._.... 16 

The Plantation 16 

Mental Breakdown #9 ...._...._..._...._.._...._.._....._. 16 
A Rake and Ladder MMM . MMM . MM . MMM . MM . MMM . MM . MMM . MM .16 
Good Love.....^.....^...-.....^...-.....-...-.....^...-.....^...-.... 16 

Cough Syrup ~..«......~...~.....~..........~..~.....~....~ 17 

Hitting Home 17 

Identification, Please „...~.....~...~ .. ~. ~.-. 17 

Christopher Columbus ...._......_.._.... ~ - ~~. 17 

Einstein of Emotion .....„...._.._...._.._...._..._ 17 

Down Time 18 

Chicago Stairwell 18 

Population One ....... -......-. 18 

There Would Be No Disease 19 

AH Alone 19 

Mundane Murder „.._...._..,~......~...~.....~...~.....~ 19 

Just for You 19 

Isolated 19 

I Want Something 20 

Bright Desert Sand 20 

Need Help Quick 20 

Back to School 20 

Rebecca Thompson Brown (1992) 20 

We'll Miss You Torrey 21 

Letting Go 21 



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#1-1 Saw a Poem Today. #3 . AHHHH 



#6 - To Appreciate a Fire 



I saw a poem today. 

It was written on the side of a tree 

In snow-covered branches opening 

to the sky. 
It was nothing fancy 
Just black and white 
But a dappling more perfect than any 

artist could draw 
Or brush could paint 
Perfect shading, perfect lighting 
And all from where the snowflakes 

fell. 

I saw a song today. 

It was sung by the babble of a brook 

Running beneath the frosted trees. 

It was nothing fancy 

Just snow and ice 

But a ripple more perfect than any 

voice could sing 
Or piano could play 
Perfect melody, perfect harmony 
And all from where the snowflakes 

fell. 

Lynn Klemkeksel 

#2 - Images 

We are on the opposite page 
(a discarded moment, sleeves rolled 
and tattooed, a paper plate of cook- 
ies, glass broken and glued, reaching 
and staring upon someone else, a 
hand from the ceiling, an eye from 
the shelf) 

desperately hanging off the margin. 

Bree Sayers 



Once upon a time these was nothing 
in a reflection. 

For a brief moment, beauty did not 
exist 

Everything had an equally wonder- 
ful story to tell, 

Opaque film need not flow over any 
eyes. 

The light can be warm with feeling. 
Tony McFadden 

#4 -Think of Puddles 

Drop softly, sounds of rain 
Believe what you hear when it 

echoes in your mind 
Small thoughts are big ideas in the 

clouds 
Brought down to the thinkers 
Washing away confusion and dust 
Leaving a smooth open plain 
A wandering paradise 
Wet with wonder, flowing to the out 

ward 
Bringing into the pool of thought, 

another world. 

Tony McFadden 



5 - Bonfire 



Silent and dumb 

lying before me 

she is on the bed 

her and her detachable parts 

Smiling and perfect 
sitting around me 
they are on the floor 
them and their painted eyes 

Ignited and burning 
blazing behind me 
Barbie's in the fire 
her and her plastic friends 



Bree Sayers 



To appreciate a fire 

You have to be chilled to the bone. 

To appreciate desire 

You have to have been all alone. 

To understand your heart 

You must listen to your head. 

To tear your world apart 

Go look for love, my friend. 

Lynn Klemkeksel 

#7 - Sunset on the Lake 

Explosion of color 
Enormous red ball 
Wisps of clouds making bizarre 

patterns 
Slowly fading away . . . 

Diane Drick 

#8 - Black Bird 

As I was walking out one day 
I met a bird of pray, of prey? 
It happened to me long ago 
That baffling, boasting bird of clay 

And as I walked he talked and talked 
I dared not doubt his motives now 
Forsooth, he was a man of cloth 
And I, a trusting soul as yet 

Convinced I was of Holy Debt 
I owed to heaven a cross to bear 
But not to beastly bird of prey, 

of pray? 
That doubling, troubling man of clay 

And as I walked on one fine day 
His smile it leered, he almost jeered 
The devilish truth of him appeared 
That blackish man of prey 

So as you walk be now aware 
The collar though it look so white 
may be a mighty bit too tight 
to hide the fatty neck of clay 
of cold black birds of prey (of prey!) 

Laura Maxwell 



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#9 - Eternally Free 



#11 - TVibute 



Motorcycle red flying down the road, 
no caution, no cares, passing right 

by me, 
through traffic, uphill, a dangerous 

mode, 
A man and a woman eternally free, 
Monotonously I drive my car, 
The night wind brushing their faces 

and hair, 
I feel desire to stop at a bar, 
The sounds of lives run my emotions 

bare, 

An obscure stormy night is on the 

prowl, 
Fiery, destroyed steel I see ahead, 
The victims mangled flesh, I hear 

them howl, 
Imagining the scene I know the couple 

is dead, 
Ambulance lights flashing and I 

can't think, 
I sit on my stool and consume 

my drink. 

Laura Montgomery 



10 - Leaders 



Plastic people 
with plastic lives. 
Interchangeable morals 
with interchangeable minds. 

Foolishly watching the end of 
the world. 

Undaunted, untouched 
they change the channel. 

Bree Sayers 



To you who live in a pulsing heart of concrete 
Who have never felt the poetry of a rippling stream 
Never sensed the majesty of a soaring mountain 
Never heard the symphony of autumn leaves 

to you who go from box to box 
Never sleeping under shelter of the sky 
Never counting the stars by name 
Never falling asleep to the music of pines 

To you who nest in eyries of steel 

Who never will hear the cry of the wolf 

Never will feel the oceans' strength 

Never will know all the parts that make a whole 

How can you destroy what you have not seen? 
How can you erase what you do not feel? 
How can you make ruin when you do not know 
What you are causing to be lost 
Forever? 



Lynn Klemkeksel 



#12 -A Place for Us 

journey with me 

to the edge of darkness 

where the sun doesn't shine 

and nightmares are 

a welcome relief 

when we close our eyes 

to the cruelties we witness 

in our hopeless lives. 

i come here often, alone. 

but it's something i want 

to share with you... 

a place we can call 

our 

own. 

Janine Passehl 



#13 - Why Did You Die? 

Why did you die, 

and leave me alone? 

Who will I call on the telephone? 

I can't cope 

with the way I feel. 

The pain I have, 

is oh so real. 

I hurt so bad, 

I just want to cry. 

Why did you leave me? 

Why did you die? 

Heidi Terry 



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#14 - 1 Dropped and Soared #16 - She Turns Her Head 



I flew, feet leaving the ground 
Speeding wind crashing my chest 
My wings spread wide, slick with 

rain 
Drips of rain bulleting by like 

fiberglass lights 

A light behind me pushes me down 
As I try to lift it up 
To pull me to Him 
But this God is cruel 

My head slices through air 
Rhythmically pumping faster 
Tightening muscles in my jaw 

God watches me fall and he stays 
I fall, beginning my crash 
My head is spinning fast 
My eyes streamed with tears 



And God watches my fall 



Ryan Seeley 



15 -Old Garden 



Stately gladiolus spiking toward the 

light 
Vaiegated greenly climber of roses 
Teasing their neighbors with 

wafting scent 
Velvety touch of petunias 

circling the path 
Orange yellow marigolds determined 

to startle 
purpling pansies caught playing 

in the dirt 
thin raspy cutting edge of a dusky 

weed 
surreptitiously intruding in a drama 

of color 
Even the lichened stones have 

taken root 
And no one dare presume to 

move them 

Laura Maxwell 



She turns her head in the moonlight 
Her eyes like sapphires in its gleam 
She tosses her head 
Sending waves of hair cascading 

down 
in lush brown ripples that fall into 

place 
Her dress rustles of silk 
Its warm peach hue lighting up her 

skin 
She moves with a dancer's grace 
As the wind ruffles her hair 
She waits with an expectant look 
Her face one that has captured the 

heart 
Of every prince at the palace 
Her smile one that they all hope 

to see 
Light up her face like the sun 
But for now she stands in the garden 

alone 
Turning her head as if hearing 

someone call 
Feeling the whisper of her dress, the 

rustle of her hair 
Then her glance is caught and held 

like a deer's 
She freezes as she meets my eyes in 

the mirror 
Then blinks 
And vanishes like a dream. 

Lynn Klemkeksel 



#17 - Underneath the 
Packaging 

You came just like a package in 

the mail 
Wrapped up tightly with plain 

brown tape 
I wanted to let you just sit on 

the counter 
But curiosity led me to slit the tape, 
Fold back the flaps, 
And try to figure out what's inside 
And underneath the cardboard 
Was darkness, and at first not 

much more 
Until I caught a glimpse of 

something white 
And under the styrofoam pellets 
I thought that I had figured you out 
But I turned my interest away. 
But curiosity took hold of me 
In the form of scrunched-up 

newspaper 
Protecting what lay deeper inside 
So I peeled back another layer 
And found more of the same 
A swirl of dark and light 
Bound together by music 
But not the heart of the package 
So I checked the address 
And found it had somebody 

else's name on it 
But curiosity will not let me 

return this parcel 
And so I keep searching 
Hoping to find what's really in there 
Looking for the pearl of your heart 
Underneath all the packaging. 

Lynn Klemkeksel 



#18 - Down in Front 

A funny little man stands at the front of the room 

Unable to see the minds around him. 

He laughs at jokes only he can understand, as I ponder his notions, 

then laugh even though I have no clue. 
What I se can't be described in words, but in my mind expressions flow. 
Although the funny little man stands alone, 

he gives me a funny little feeling that puts a smile on my face. 

Steve Maielli 



#19 - Jericho Dreams 

Sometimes Jericho dreams of being 

a Savior unto all people. 
And then She thinks of how she has 
been scorned 
by them all and decides 
to destroy them instead. 

Jericho dreams of being a Hero. 

But then He looks back upon his life 
and sees that nothing good 
will ever becomeof Him. 

Jericho dreamsof getting married 
and becoming a Father 
But then He thinks of how others 

recoil from Him 
and realizes that He could nevermake 
anyone happy. 

Jericho dreams of going to college 

and making Her family proud. 

But then She sees how she must fail 

no matter what She does 

and decides to spare them 

theshame. 

Jericho dreams of finding someone 

who understands and 

accepts Her for what She is. 

Then He thinks of how He didn't fit 

even with His peers 

and decides not to even try. 



20 - Colonial Woods 



Colonial woods 
of birch and pine 
full and fertile 
with extended glory 

primitive paths 

pervade the promiscuous 

forests flourishing 

foliage 

and cross smooth streams 

of woodland tears 

how lonely 
how relaxed 
we sweep in the 
swinging breeze 

Christian Bernal 

#21 - Vanishing 

Vanishing into the moonlight 
Bouncing back and forth between 

clouds 
Playing ping-pong with my thoughts 
Wishing never to end 
Or to leave you behind 

Laura Offrink 



#22 - Confection 
Corruption 

Your soul 

Singer coated with innocence 
Dipped in purity 
And wrapped in security 
which I unwrap and dissolve 
and corrupt within my mouth 
for we'll both enjoy every morsel. 

Jeff Hicks 

#23 - Godlike 

The human glow 
was there 
in the masses 
of gorgon trees 

stable figures 
standing in the wind 
godlike 

Christian Bernal 

#24 -Rituals of the Ego 
Dancers 

Circles of 

False pretensions 
Self inflated 

ascensions 
Bouncing and 

blabbering — 
Protecting 

frail emotions 
Little pig 

mentality 
Paranoid 

lock-out 

Jonathan Wolff 



They dream of ending it all, 
Cast out the outcast. 

Joshua Dipert 



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25 - Freely Floating 
'hrough the Fronds 



Freely floating through the fronds 

Over the Pond 

His tips light upon the water 

Sending ripples, 

Circles of motion 

Eddies on your current life 

To shape the rest of your life 
Your hollow, soulless body and 

brainless head 
Reel and pitch and empty of thought 

A single thought crosses your 

confused thoughts 
"Run." 
And you do. 

Years later, 

Looking over your shoulder 

You see that you were wrong 

Ryan Seeley 

#26 - Prelude 

Violins ablaze. 

Bow to electric queens. 

With contemporary gleams. 

Let the locks fly, 

Aggression sweat, 

^nd beauty die. 

<aise your hands 

(cold) 

Amongst the bouncing radicals. 

Bleed through greed 

That salts our wounds. 

Cry a survival plea 

Of Anarchy. 

David Tieman 



#27 - Saw-Blades Chitter 

Saw-blades chitter, 

greedily 
Shredding the pulpy 

flesh 
Of an angel 

ripped free 

from its 

dark hovel. 
An electric 

shriek 
In the distance. 

This must be 

the cornerstone 
Of wilted souls 
Raped in their 

homeland 
During its 

prime. 
Chaotic crowds 

watch 

and laugh 
From the observation 

platform. 
White bulbs 

of fascination 

Let us gawk — 

there is blood. 
A peek at 

another's demise. 
A fascination 

with death 
Like eager 

Christmas children. 

Did you see his 

intestines on 

the interstate — 
Crushed worms 

in wine. 

Jonathan Wolff 



#28 - He's Not the Keeping 
Kind 

I know what love is, little girl, 
That's why I set him free — 
Not because he loves you best 
And wants no more of me. 

You cannot capture wind 
And hold it for you own 
A free spirit will wander 
Until it's found a home. 

Don't hang on 

He'll never stay 

You'll only ground his flight 

Then one day, you'll turn away 

He'll be off into the night 

A stubborn mule 

Is a stupid fool 

You're going to take the fall 

Trust me child, I know him well 

He's not the keeping kind. 

Donica Rampa 

#29 - Survive 

Sometimes we argue, 
Sometimes we don't. 
But we have to remember what we 

have is special. 
When we argue, 
It is not a question 
of your pride 
or mine. 
It is a question of how strong our 

love is, 
and if we 
have the will 
to survive. 

Tina Szegedi 



30 - Wicked Smile 



#33 - Flower 



35 - Second Chance 



Through the frail veil of 
Queen Ann's lace 

she meticulously 

weaved herself 

her unstained eyes catch a slow 
sun's dance 

passionate winds 

comb her hair 

shave her mind 

she knows of the flowers 
and of the earth 
rain from her new hat 
has unspeakable worth 

and the meadows cannot hold 
her joy 



hold her kiss as it 
butterflys away 



Christian Bernal 



#31 -State of Mind 

Wind echoing through my soul 

somber night passing the time 

Chaotic unity 

Of my mind, floating on 

The edge of reality 

Abandoned by being to 

the prism of the unknown 

Behold the tranquility 

Zone 

Laurie Montgomery 



My poor flower 

Picked too soon 

Please forgive me 

As my needle drives through 

My poor flower 

Cold as death 

Close your eyes 

As I steal your breath 

Christopher Savini 

#34 - Hallmark 

Living in this little fantasy of you 
I thought of your leaving 
the thought... 

It scared me 
without you I'd die 
I can't explain 
the emptiness I'd have 
because you'd take away 
all your care 
leaving only my used carcass. 

After all of this 
I got to know you 
and it all seems 
a little cliched — 
melodramatic and hankneyed — 
because I'm saying... 

Good-bye. 

Kevin Olchawa 



The first time we hugged, 

I never let go, 
Eternal Embrace. 
The first time I saw you, 

my eyes never closed, 
Beginning of a vision. 
The first time you whispered my 

name was the last scream that 

filled my ears. 
Mystical touches. 
Beautiful sight. 

Lingering tones of musical love, 
The last time you loved me 
Was the first time I died. 

Tony McFadden 



#32 - The Buzz 

Grey unstable room 
Motioning about my head 
Too much alcohol 

Laurie Montgomery 



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#36 - The System of Ones 
and Zeros 

The powers that be, 

Created the system of ones and zeros 

That dictate our actions. 

Why two simple numbers 

Contain authority 

Is beyond logical reasoning. 

Who could have thought, 

That the system of ones and zeros 

Would control our every move? 

We cannot even write 

Without the authority 

That dictates our new thought. 

We can't go far, 

Without the system of ones and zeros 

Telling us when to stop and start. 

Letting us know, 

When our individuality 

Has run out of gas. 

Thanks to them, 

The accursed system of ones 

and zeros, 
Has all power over our lives. 
Enabling money men 
To have full control 
Over our independence. 

Even as I write, 

The damned system of ones 

and zeros 
Is evolving into six to the third power. 
Fortunately for all, 
It will be returned to the sand, 
From where it came. 

Jim Goebel 



#37 - Writing Crimp 

Thoughts keep mingling in my mind 

morning, noon, mostly night 

but I soon forget them if 

I don't sit down to write. 

Then I wonder whether 

They're written well enough 

for another's sight. 

And if I could fact 

Up to the disgrace 

Of such a plight. 

Rip, scribble, erase. 

Sheryl Mostalesh 

#38 - Peering Intently 

A man freaks 

and shrieks 
As he watches 

his severed arm 
Writhe convulsively 

in the dirt. 
"It was an 

accident, 
I didn't mean 

to do it. 
I didn't think 

she would get pregnant. 
I didn't know 

I would give rise 
To this new 

nation 
Solemnly swathed 

in your 

patriotic blood." 

Blind swine, 

you have fucked up 

for the final time. 
You are doomed 

to adore whores 

and thieves. 

Jonathan Wolff 



#39 - Strive 

Nothing lasts forever, and through 
the times I have to climb 
above the rest of you. 
I have to rise. 

Stephen Maielli 



40 - 1 Did Get Off 



I did get off 

on the horror 

on the life 

on the death 

in all the disrespectful reality 

They all 

hid 

behind hands 

worming sights 

through their 

little fingers 

like ashamed 

sane 

humans 

I often think 
as at the second 
before birth/death 



I'll orgasm 



Christian Bernal 



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#41 - Drenched 



#44 - Send to Me 



Skin feels so wet. Gave up trying to regret 
Eyes are filling up again. 
Visions are thicker in pairs of ten, 
or maybe eleven. Our faces are cut to 
even imperfection. 

Do you remember how you came this 
far? 

At the stoplight you never think of 
where you are. He keeps laughing all the time, 
instead of hanging in the door try putting your 
head back in your mind The tape is always stuck 
in rewind. See how regret never forgets. 

Can't be too sure by reasoning with yourself. 
Who is really? Nobody's pure. Ever notice how it 
doesn't matter when you're at the stoplight? 

Standing on the comer. This time it seems that 
I'm bored most of the time. Walked down to the lake 
shore today. Tripping over bodies I once knew. Some faces 
familiar but only a few. At parties there's nothing to do 
I'll just wait and get invited too. It's still a few, and 
then some. Well I'll be a son of a gun. 

Yes, I know I can't be right tonight. Father was an 
acquaintance who probably was my dad, but don't cry over that 
I never said I was sad. But if you are, then I'll surely be 
glad. Cause I never cared until I got to the stoplight. Then 
it all hit me at once. I could, but I couldn't forget who I 
was. Just sitting at the stoplight. 

Adam Wilcox 

#43 - Stepping Outside of 
Myself 

Stepping outside of myself 

for a minute 
I lose myself in the air around me 
And I feel the cool brush beside me 
I see the lingering fingers 
that tell me what I have done 
I only ask if it was worth it 
To remember my life as it was 
Or as it — 

A painful, surly fight 
And a conflict of rage 
Stepping outside 
I see what I am 
And hope to be what I was 

Ryan Seeley 



Send to me 

The cloak of darkness 

This sunlight burns my eyes 

The brightness was a masquerade 

A costume for the lies 

Laughter danced before me 
A brazen teasing tart 
And taunted me to chase her 
As she tore my word apart 

No I've no need for vision 
Nor smiles and happiness 
Rather leave me to the shadows 
Within my cloak of darkness 

Donica Rampa 



#42 - After the Wedding 

Her childhood room is empty now 

like the feeling in my heart. 

She has her own abode to fill 

with memories to part. 

The time has seem to come so soon 

now that she is away. 

Like any break 

it can never be the same. 

Just as the child who was 

once part of me 

must venture on her own 

I know this and yet 

why did I feel so alone? 

I guess I'll call her on the phone. 

Sheryl Mostalesh 



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45 -Partv On 



#46 - Embrion 



Ritzy sat in the big chair at the party, drinking some Maui rum 
concoction the soused host had made for her. She watched the anonymous 
bodies stream in and out of the rooms and house. And she wondered what 
the hell she was doing here at 3:00 AM. She could be at home in bed, but 
no. 

Bobby Brown pounded out of the speakers, and tough dancing was 
an idea that fluttered briefly through her mind, she was content to pet the 
beast of a black Chow that sat at her feet. The Beast uttered a low growl 
as Ritzy 's friend stepped close. 

"That Freakm* dog - 1 swear to God -" 

"Maybe it's your perfume, Dee," she suggested. 

"Oh, crock andbull, the damn thing is jealous. She thinks Fm going 
to take her beloved master away. Can you believe it?" 

"Metallica sucks!" someone shouted in the background, but 
nobody paid attention. Ritzy quirked her eyebrows and turned back to Dee 

"Maybe you should go out with Chris." 

"Ah, I don't know, don't think I want a boyfriend whose dog is apt 
to maul me. Look at that thing. Get it away." 

From the kitchen a chorus of male voices chanted, "Go! , Go! , Go!, 
Go!, Go!" 

"Oh, there goes that testosterone thing again, "Dee remarked. 
Ritzy grinned and took another swig. 

"Metallica Sucks!" 

"Shut Up! !!" everyone replied in unison. 

"Is the reason you won't go out with anyone because you still hope 
Cal is going to wake up?" 

"Oh screw Cal, He's got his brains in his Gluteus Maximus half the 
time. No, Maybe, I don't know. Hey you want something to drink?" 

"Nah, I better get going. Hey, is everything okay? I mean, you 
seem to avoid c-a-1 as a conversation topic a lot lately." Dee took a long 
drink of beer and replied, "It still stings, is all, you sure you don't want 
another Maui?" "Yea, yea, I gotta get going." 

"Metal...!" the voice was mysteriously muffled before it was able 
to finish its phrase. 

Ritzy gave the Chow a parting pat and stood up, "Dee, I gotta cruise, 
see you Monday?" 

"Yea, okay, take it easy, thanks for coming." 

"You gonna be at Matt's bash next week?" 

"Yep, probably," Rita stepped out the door and sighed. There goes 
another night in the fast lane. 



Clear streaming music rolls in 

the meadow 
bloody sands dominate the sunset 
twist in the lively dusk 
open the dome 
to space 

calls in imposter movements 
flower the moon light leaches 
give call to ghouls and the 

juracic church 
there is fury in the hills 

knowledge is passed in 
ghost whispers 
the trees know all 
see 
all 
everything 

it's coming up.. .now 

come back in a different window 

the earth is seductive 

vast and erudite 

the planets are incestuous siblings 

whose children have ran away 

giant compound eyes capture the 

entire rapture 
murderous trust adorns sick smiles 
Christian Bernal 



HM 



#47 - America, the Proud #48 - Loreli 



#49 - Induction to Cancer 



"I'll have a Big Mac... 
extra special sauce... 
Umm...large fry... 
ahhh...nine piece McNugget... 
...and... a hot fudge sundae- 
no nuts! Okay!? 
...hmmm... 

and a large diet coke," 
said the obscenely obese woman. 
An obnoxiously long haired- 
Tye-dyed teen and his 
half-shaved, half-puiple haired 
black Converse-wearing friend 
turned toward her and laughed. 
I sit and watch... 
eating a small, green salad, 
wondering 

"What is wrong with America?" 
when, 

the answer is right in front of me. 
Kevin Olchawa 



The light hue of your hair, 
Accurately enhances the 

radiant pools 
That are your eyes. 

Your diminutive stature enables 

The ability to look upward 

At the circumstances that surround. 

Your smile alone is a treasure 
That is made of greater riches 
Than all of the gold in the 

Black Hills, 
And all of the diamonds 

from Arkansas. 

Your conversations are always 
friendly and caring; 

You speak great dreams 
and concerns 

With a taste of light corrosiveness, 

But you can be flattered 
yet flustered 

If told certain emotions. 



The soft sensual cigar smoke 

is a queer high 

gently lofting its way upward 

like a fallen angel with 

dark radiance 

and falling like a harsh purr on this 

winter tile 

with a cherishing touch 

a kiss 

it blows away 

alien anatomy swirls 

in the inncandecent hum 

a bed of smoke 

roses smile 

in the Utopian message 

not a creature is stirring 
and the cupboards are hair 

nothing can save us 
from a feline stare 

Christian Bernal 



Lori, I write this for you, 

Never forgetting of my feelings for 

you, 

And the distance that prohibits 

them. 

Jim Goebel 



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50 - Daddy's Way Led to 
Denial 



Daddy's way led to denial 
Mommy's led to loneliness 
All others lead to confusion 
I don't want to be "That Way" 
So I have to go my way 
I wish life had road signs 
keep right, merge, dead end 
So I could know for certain 
Daddy says — follow him 
he pays his bills — he is fine 
— But he lives life with blinders — 
Mommy says follow her 
— But there are drawbacks to 

no compromises — 
And the others I know? 
the others are 
Tired, depressed, discontent 

and cynical 
They have death wishes and 

drug problems 
I don't want to be that way — 
Guess I'm not a follower. 

Donica Rampa 

#52 - Traveling Warrior 



From the dawn of time we came created by 
a God who showed no mercy, forced to travel 
silently down through the centuries living 
by a death sentence; not knowing what is 
worse, lif or extinction. Living many 
secret lives, passing through mortal peoples 
souls; struggling to reach the time of the 
gathering. The ultimate prize for these 
persecuted immortals. For the few who 
remain, the lost souls of an unforging God, 
will battle to the last. No one has ever 
known they were among us. Until now 



#51 - Sunstretch Gone 

Sunstretch gone, 
Loss of blind 

innocence reveals past 
Catcalls 

faint and 

echoing 
Under fleeting 

orange haze. 
Child games stretch 

into the evening 
Shunted only by 

bells 
and parental 

bellows. 
Five more please 

become thirty, 
Premature 

manipulation. 
Arise early dawn 

and repeat 

the cycle 
Frightening further 
Paranoid Parents. 

Jonathan Wolff 



#53 - Feeder Mouse 

You lived in a motherhood, 
The building was soft and warm, 
A cushioned cedar floor, 

a brother and sister. 
What brought you to this destiny? 
Certainly love didn't drive 

you away. 
I apologize to your outcome. 
And thank you for what you're not 

meant to be. 
Accept this ode, and bid goodbye, 
For stranger, hang your head 

and die, 
Not a fitting end for such 
Go quickly after final touch. 

Tony McFadden 

#54 - The Philosophy of 
Numbers 

One is king, two and beyond 
are free but entombed in the 
primacy of the first. All things 
revert to a singular cause. 
Two speaks of one in contempt 
for if not for the first's existence 
it solely would reign over 
Three and its children. Ten 
becomes the anniversary of one 
and one-hundred of ten, until 
the absurdity can only become 
rational with the election of one 
as giver of life to all. So, one 
sees all but lingering behind it, 
railed only by the incapacity 
of One for hindsight, is the 
nothingness of zero. 

Frank Sanchez 



Charles O' Conor 



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#56 - Seduction 



Deep 

in my shrewd 

crowded 

confines 

of glassy air 

misty pandemonium 

compels me to compose 

For what 
for that 
something.., 

talented weavers 
have spun 
like mighty spiders 
colossal monuments 
which have all 

fallen 
something... 

like the wind 
devours 
the earth 
greatness 
is consumed 



#57 - She Sleeps 

She sleeps 

in pink 

sweet satin 

slumber 

sprawled like a 

cute kitten 

on the great mattrc > 

The halls are 

hollow railroads 

breathing hues 

of clicks and footsteps 

weariness 



by time 


He turns to me 


searching 


And tilts his head 


endlessly 


In silent contemplation 


searching 


Then slowly stalks to make 




his kill— 


for that 


His newest love relation — 


that 


The lights have dimmed 


something 


The candles lit 




The music soft love-rhythmic 


The flowing lion 


I am watching waiting wanting 


can only 


like a hopeless, drug-crazed addict. 


stare into the sun 


"Its getting late and I should go." 


so long 


His eyes lock me to a stare 


before he is 


Seductively, his tongue 


shot 


Sears my throat 


and he can never 


And I am trapped in his lair. 


reach the sun before darkness 


Closer now, and closer still 




Pressed hard against my mouth 


I shall reach 


His hands are moving east and west 


the sun 


While mine are heading south 


and behold it 


On the floor in candlelight 


in all it's timid brilliance 


His hair a golden mane 


and I shall reach 


Once again I attempt to escape 


farther 


Before I go insane 


Christian Bernal 


His husky voice says I'm free to go 




As his body moves above me 




His eyes smirk, saying "I don't 




think so" 




I'm in his cage and he shall 




have me. 


I watch her sleep 


Donica Rampa 



still 

foot hanging off 
like a worn child 
carried up the stairs 
and to the bedroom 
sleeping 

and she wakes 
smiles 
and I come 



Christian Bernal 



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#58 - Practitioners of Lust 



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#62 - Now 



Money 
controls 
the arousal 
of materialism 

need 
want 
buy-buy-buy 

materialism 
contains 
the lust 
for power 

compete 

climb 

control 

Power assures 
the organism 
of greed 



Kevin Olchawa 



#59 - Sleak Sounds 

Sleak sounds 
in shaded areas 
nests nesded 
in the tranquil trees 

Bestial barks 

whispered wonderment 

like giant ribbons 

weave 

flutter 

and mince 



Oh my dear, while you sleep, 
I lay my dead down and I weep, 
Thinking of the times we've had 
Thinking of the good and bad. 
And then I remember a place 

so far, 
This place is where your 

troubles are, 
And I wish you would, just for 

one day, 
Just come to me and get away. 
But you see, my dear, while 

you sleep, 
I lay my dead down and I weep, 
Because I think of my love for you, 
And I wonder if you love me too. 

Tina Szegedi 

#61 - For Man 

We spray our hair 
Layer lashes 

Line lids 

Cover our lips 

Trim our hips 

Enhance our breasts 

Try to look our best 

We bare our bodies 

But 

Does he ever see 

the real 

me? 

Sheryl Mostalesh 



What now 

again 

a constant question 

he wakes to 

why now 

again 

a persistent pondering 

which haunts him 

how... 

now 

for the first time 

the quiescent quandary 

with an ever 

elusive answer 

Not now 

again 

his indolent delay 

live for today 

it's the way 

he say 

thinking of tomorrow 

can only bring 

sorrow 



Christian Bernal 



quickly 

like passing spirits 

in and out 

timid and persistent 



The green hills 
are lagoons 
of kind flowery flesh 
on steamy evenings 

Christian Bernal 



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#63 - Two Rides for the Price of One 



The downpour of rain gradually was putting the all night 
driver into a state of hypnosis as she followed the yellow 
lines down the highway. In the distance, she noticed 
someone furiously waiving their hands over their head, 
as she was slowing down, she was thinking, "Am I going 
to stop to help? Am I going to give them a lift somewhere? 
Or am I going to continue driving down this ghost town- 
like highway?" She wasn't sure what she was going to 
do. All of a sudden, she found herself pulled over and 
saying, "Do you need a ride somewhere?" "Thank you, 
you're a lifesaver" he replied. She unlocked the door and 
let him in. It wasn ' t until around five miles down the road 
that she thought she ought to say something, since he had 
said nothing. "My name is Stacei, What's yours?" 
"Scott" he answered. She continued, "Don't feel 
uncomfortable, I know just how you feel, I used to ride 
with strangers, too, when I was going to college. You can 
relax." "Thank you", he said. "So, what do you do, 
Stacei?" "I'm an artist." "Do you work for someone, or 
what? he asked. "No," she replied, "I freelance. I have 
a display opening up on Monday." 

As the rain started to dwindle down, Stacei started to fall 
asleep at the wheel. Scott cried out, "Look out for the 
rail!" "Oh my God! Oh shit! I can't believe I did that! 
she screamed. "Do you want me to drive?" he offered. 
"No", she replied, "there's a motel a mile or two up this 
road. Once we get there we are only about sis hours away 
from the city. Oh, by the way, where are you going, 
anyway?" "To the city" he said in a sullen voice. The 
change in his voice made Stacei begin to think, "How 
convenient. I don't have to go out of my way and I won't 
feel guilty leaving him in the middle of nowhere." 

After pulling into the motel parking lot, Stacei got out of 
the car and was walking towards the motel office when 
she turned and asked "Aren't you coming in?" No" he 
answered. She pressed, "Well why not?" "All I have for 
money right now is an uncashed check. I'll just sleep in 
the car" he said in a frail innocent voice. "Well, OK" she 
replied hesitandy. 

About an hour or so passed and Stacei couldn't fall 
asleep. "Fine thing" she thought, "earlier I almost 
crashed the car because I couldn't stay awake!" She kept 
thinking about Scott sleeping in the car. It was driving 
her nuts, so she got out of bed and went tot he door. Much 
to her surprise, Scott was standing there when she opened 



it. He looked as if he had been standing there for a while. 
"Do you have an extra blanket and a pillow" he asked, 
"It's getting a little cold out there." For a second, Stacei 
thinks that she shouldn't let him in. "This guy is a 
stranger, I don't know who he is, what he does, or where 
he comes from." But she asks him in anyway saying, 
"you can sleep in here on the floor" she tells him as she 
hands him a blanket and a pillow. As he places the pillow 
and lies down with the blanket, Stacei returns to her bed 
feeling more relieved and at ease with her conscience. 
Suddenly, she has a feeling that Scott is staring at her and 
it makes her nervous. Trying not to let her nervousness 
show, she asks, "Is there anything else you need?" 
"Yes," he says "Could you hand me some matches? I'd 
like to have a cigarette before I go to sleep." "Sure, there 
should be some right here on the nightstand," she answers. 
Grasping the matchbook, she realized she would have to 
get out of bed to give Scott the matches. Swinging her 
legs over the edge of the bed, she stood. He never said 
a word, just lay there looking up at her. She looked down 
at him laying there and suddenly thought that she wanted 
to have sex with him... passionate, no holds barred sex! 
Her good judgment was telling her no, but her libido was 
having nothing to do with that answer. Her hormones 
were running wild and something deep inside of her was 
urging her to make the first move.. .NOW! She said 
nothing as she handed him the matches, but stared 
erotically into his eyes. As Scott takes the matches, 
Stacei furtively reaches for the buttons of his pants. 
Taking her cue, he slips off her shirt as their lips meet in 
a passionate wet kiss. It is obvious that neither of them 
is interested in much foreplay and Stacei is pleasantly 
surprised when she discovers that Scott is very well 
endowed. Pushing his shoulders back, she says, "Relax 
and enjoy the ride." 

As a shard of sunlight stabbed through a rip in the cheap 
motel curtains, Scott's eyes fluttered open. Stretching 
his arm across the pillow, he realized she wasn't there on 
the floor where they had both fallen asleep after their 
frenzied orgy. He called here name, thinking she might 
be in the bathroom, but there was no answer. Raising, he 
crossed to the window and pulled the curtain back. The 
car was gone. Well, that's one on me. Usually, it's the 
other way around. Walking over to the shower, he 
thought, "Oh well, it could be worse, she could have used 
up all of the hot water." 

Amy Criiprtin 



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#64 - Paradox 



#66 - Mental Breakdown #9 



Questions? 
Comments? 
Execution. 
Meager 

final reflections. 
Spectators 

gleefully observing 
Rapt, 

staccato shots. 
Bloodshed 
Final 

remittal bow 
Body- slump 
Escape 
Freedom 

Jonathan Wolff 



We sat on the roof 
at a place 
called 



The psychological atrocities 
that are dancing through 
my mind — all mental 
functions put on hold, 
(how I love the style!) 
Black and white both 
fade to grey 
Bordering on the edge 
of mental breakdown #9 
coming down the line 

Sue Cherven 

#67 - A Rake and Ladder 

To my childhood 

I leave: 

One mountain of crunchy leaves, 

One frisbee ont he rooftop, 

One parent that blew away, 

And another that I couldn't reach 

David Tieman 



the plantation 



#68 - Good Love 



looking down 

the people looked up 

we gave them 



There is hanging from a hook 

on the east end of my room, 
a man, but not any man, 



a salutation 

lying back 
looking skyward 
I felt like a star 
lost in 

a constellation 



This in one good lookingindividual 

who has taught us more about love 
than anyone who has lived 

And what can be more good-looking 
than the crimson breach 
in each of his outstretched hands. 



Jim Goebel 



Kevin Olchawa 



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#69 - Cough Syrup 



#72 - Christopher Columbus 



Walking slowly across what used to be tall grass 
prairies, it's hard to picture barren miles of rock 
and sand as expanses of green. 
The few weeds and shrubs are scattered, adding 
a loneliness of lost souls to the wanderers 
absent companions. 
When was land beautiful? 
What happened to the Nature to be one with? 
Dead land, floating through the heavens, carrying 
this thoughtful passenger in a circle into time 
that will only run out and forget its past and 
Re-live the new life brought to an old friend. 
Oh, to experience the birth of what now only 
fossils are made of. To watch cleansing waters 
flow again, and create a breeze that would 
Bring breathe for the choking earth. 



"I will work for food" 
the sign read 

If it were the city 
I would have thought 
how sad, that's too bad 

The difference here 
was that this man 
was on my street 
in my town 

I wanted to stop 

ask him what happened 

why he was so low 

I only looked out my window 
then in my rear view mirror 
as I passed him by 

Kevin Olchawa 



#71 



Tony McFadden 
Identification, Please 



Upon entrance into my lair 
please present a photo I.D. 
And let me know who really lives 
in you 

My father can leave, 
my brother can turn away 
And my sister must close her eyes 
if she stays 

My mother knows 
but please keep your distance 
The sun shouldn't burn you, 
my dear 



Please don't call yourself a friend 
a husband 
a lawyer 
a lover 
nor a priest 

Because I'll have to let you leave 

Ryan Seeley 



An inmate of this culture 
I watch with burning eyes 
A heroic legend from the past 
Fall to his demise 
Finally. 

Bree Sayers 

#73 - Einstein of Emotion 

I did some crying 

I did some praying 

And I did a lot of thinking 

The thinking led to revelations 

Which led to theories 

All relative to the reasons of 

"Why the boy ran away" 

Until I realized that 

All theories could be right 

— or wrong — 

And it all ends up in the 

Same place anyway 

Him being with her 

And 

Me being alone 

What a waste of wind 

Donica Rampa 



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#74 - Down Time 



#76 - Population One 



We Sliced through the water, 
the harsh head wind hurt 

my hands — 
I bent over and fought 
the waves and rain 
that spit in my eyes 
The weather started to break — 
I squinted to find 
our little cove 
finally 

we hit a calm 
the sun squeaked out 
A bird broke into song — 
A deer looked up from the brush — 
A beaver swam to its dam 
We slowed into the bay — 
From the weeds jumped a bass — 
I threw in my line, 
and sat for a time 

Kevin Olchawa 



75 - Chicago Stairwell 



Chicago stairwell 
ethnic tiles mosaic the floor 
late night tunnels to safety 
home 

souls searching for the 

wicked angel 
between the refineries 
and restaurants 
beach side breeze 
lost and lingering 
in cowardly huddles 
in crooked alleys 
souring 

italian latino blacks 

conjugate 

in the city glows 

all night 

long 

Christian Bernal 



The sunrise edged above the horizon, 

above the long straight two lane highway 

separated by the blurring dash-dash-dash 

of yellow line. 

A green sign rushed closer 

against the growing day — 

golden com engulfed the road 

as the sign came into full view. 

It simply read, 

"Your life 13 miles" 

The cornfield streaked into rolling hills 

and scattered shacks— 

as the shacks tore by they changed 

into a small town with a local tavern 

and corner drugstore. 

Cruising down main street 

the town evolved into suburbia 

with rows and rows of precisely decorated homes 

screaming with complacency and conservatism. 

The day clouded and drizzled 

as the highway extended to four lanes — 

suburbia became less affluent and the homes 

became large brick buildings with the 

scars of smoldering fires around 

the bare broken windows. 

Lightning enveloped the sky — 

hail played a fevered beat on the windshield 

Fighting, the noon sun dried up the clouds 

and the clean rays flashed off the windows 

and the sleek steel skyscrapers that loomed above — 

Passing through the city I tried to slow, 

but the force of the traffic thrust me along 

until the Metropolis led to a narrower road — 

with the plush green golf courses of another 

yet more beautiful suburb 

which seemed to...linger...a bit longer 

on the highway. Unfortunately, the sun started to set. 

As dusk wore on — 

the landscape flattened into swaying fields 

of long dry grass. 

Seemingly, out of nowhere — 

the bright lights of a large semi 

lit up the road from behind 

glaring into my rear-view mirror — 

blinding my sight— 

until — 

I could no longer see. 



Kevin Olchawa 



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#77 - There Would Be No 
Disease 

There would be no disease if 

society weren't addicted 
to sickness. 

Christian Bernal 

#78 - All Alone 

In the benevolent silence of night, the 
anguish that lies seemingly dormant 
during the light hours, my troubled 
mind is awakened. It is awakened by 
the pain that comes from the beating 
of a broken heart. 

Broken not from sickness or age, but 
by he unbridled rage of love that has 
been shattered; by ignorance and the 
unjust turmoil that is life. 

Love, as life gives no justification for 
its heinous acts of humanity, only 
that for which it takes. 

It makes me lust for vengeance; 
vengeancefor that which it has taken 
from my heart, my mind, my soul. I 
just want to be free. 

Sheryl Mostalesh 



#79 - Mundane Murder 


#81 - Isolated 


Mundane Murder 


Isolated 


average 


motionless 


artistry 


orchid 


of kindly 


sleeping 


slaughters 


in the 


corpulent, ghostly 


empty 


breasts 


field 


arresting the seance 




mesmerism 


wakes to meet the 


of wise 


bee 


unfed ushers 






as he drinks 


Fluent chimeras 


of her 


tease and 


provocative 


mete torture 


pollen 


upon gyved mannequins 




nightly 


she sings for 


in this 


the butter 


hot 


and 


dissolving domicile 


the dragon 


Lengths without measure 


alluring them with primal scents 


the mirage 




militia 


she plays all day before the 


of life 


peeping torn 


rapidly ravaging 


sun 


the high churches 


teasing and taunting 


Christian Bernal 


oh, everyone 


mmmimmwmmmm 


winking at walkers 




and passerbys 


I gave her a single rose. 




Delicate to the touch. 


she flirts and flirts 


Vibrant red with long green stem. 


until the 


Just to show how much I love her. 


moon 


Steve Maielli 


is high 




pretty litde 




prostitute 




striped by the air 




free 




glowing 




angel 




with fire for hair 




Christian Bernal 



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#82 - 1 Want Something 



#84 - Need Help Quick 



I want something 
I can keep 

perched high on the shelf 
To be taken down 

in the still late night 

under the bed 

to be read. 
Printed on 

the finest flesh — 
Painted letters of reason 

describing a call to treason. 

I want something 
I can see 

tangibly timed 

obsidian soul 
Tossed head dismissal 

ridicule 

laughter 

erection fingertips 
Societal paradox 
Assassinations of 

sinful hope 

Did you know they've 

found the beginning 

of the Universe 

at its end? 

(or maybe it's 

the beginning) 
They've found God 

through golden lenses 
Gravitational Jesus 
Hydrogen High-Priest 

stoned on helium 

and Stardust. 

Jonathan Wolff 



Smith Corona 
Replacement Parts 

Dear Sir, 

We have recently moved and during the move the cord and plug from my 
practically new Smith Corona De Ville typewriter were lost. Would you 
please send me a cord and plug and also please advise me on how to 
repair a damaged relationship that's had innumerable jolts and is 
somewhat frayed at the edges? We would very much like to save both, if 
possible. 

Thanking you in Advance, 
Sincerely, 

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 

Laura Maxwell 



85 - Back to School 



Dead man stalking 
eyes of Jupiter stream 
graveyard solicitor 
he takes locus position in the 
vast classroom 

garbed in the uniform of birth 
knowledge is absorbed in 

an estranged 
nocturnal osmosis 
the pupil sways in thick excess 

Christian Bernal 



#86 - Rebecca Thompson 
Brown (1992) 

She jumped from the cliff 
She'd never been free 
The memory that haunted 
Would not let her be 

The men that had tortured 
Hqr sister Amy 
Were asking for pardon 
And bargaining a plea 

The call came too late 
the answer was no 
With death was her date 
She just had to go 

Sheryl Mostalesh 



#83 - Bright Desert Sand 

Bright desert sand mingles calmly 
in galactic swirls 
perfect lively butterflies. 

Christian Bernal 



™*rcsTrra 



#87 - We'll Miss You Torrey 

As I drove by the banner facing Houbolt, tears blurred my vision. How sad 
to die so young. Torrey had just started the new semester at JUCO. My 
daughter's boyfriend's name was included in the list of friend's signature 
scribbled on the waving memorial. 

I didn't even know Torrey, but I sympathized with his mother, as a mother. 
I thought of her thrill and fear of discovering that she was pregnant with that 
child, the long nine month's waiting period, and the unbearable pain of 
childbirth. The many nights of sleeplessness, hours of feeding, changing, 
and consoling. The fear for his falling when he took those first tumbles and 
then on. The sadness of losing her baby to kindergarten and then the 
sentimentality and joy mixed in watching him turn into a young man. The 
hopes for his future. The lectures and warnings about being careful. The 
arguments about getting a motorcycle. The many, "oh mom's", she must 
have heard. The fear fulfilled. The love for fast in the boy quickly took him 
away. 

So, my six-year old son, please try to understand when I ask you to slow down 
on your bike now, and later, in your car. Don't roll your eyes when I warn 
and caution about dangers, somehow, I know I'll listen to the "oh mom's" 
too. You already have that fascination with speed. The fear hangs on. 

Childbirth labor was very painful, but in time its memory is dulled. The pain 
of losing a child could not be compared, and I ' d never forget, and I don 't want 
to know it. We all send our children off to the war of life and hope that they 
keep marching home again. We cross our fingers and hold our hearts as if 
that will protect us. 

When I pass that particular place on Houbolt I'll think of Torrey. And to 
Torrey 's mother, I send my sympathy. 

Sheryl Mastalesh 



#88 - Letting Go 

At six. 

No, you can't have a knife. 
No, you can't cross the street. 
No, you can't have fireworks. 
No, you can't have a go-cart. 
NO, I DON'T HATE YOU. 

At eighteen. 
Yes, you should go to college. 
Yes, you should get a job. 
Yes, you should get a car. 
Yes, you should get married. 
YES, I DO LOVE YOU. 

Sheryl Mastalesh 



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